Oh, I know there's intelligent life out there. I've even seen some things to suggest that life has existed for an incomprehenisble number of years and will continue to exist for just as long.
When you start getting to the whys of it all, it feels like searching for meaning where there is none--or rather, searching for a greater meaning than "take care of each other" or whatever one's personal philosophy is. And I'm not so certain there is a greater meaning.
If you take an infinite number of worlds and the infinite number of life forms that exist on them, and their religions and their gods and their beliefs . . . to say there's one God and he chose one planet and/or one life form to make his own, that just doesn't seem right.
(Of course, my particular crisis of faith has to do with "if there is a God, why did he let Lisa die," but that's a question everyone who's lost a loved one asks. And I've read The Problem of Pain and don't particularly feel I know the answer any better.)
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When you start getting to the whys of it all, it feels like searching for meaning where there is none--or rather, searching for a greater meaning than "take care of each other" or whatever one's personal philosophy is. And I'm not so certain there is a greater meaning.
If you take an infinite number of worlds and the infinite number of life forms that exist on them, and their religions and their gods and their beliefs . . . to say there's one God and he chose one planet and/or one life form to make his own, that just doesn't seem right.
(Of course, my particular crisis of faith has to do with "if there is a God, why did he let Lisa die," but that's a question everyone who's lost a loved one asks. And I've read The Problem of Pain and don't particularly feel I know the answer any better.)